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           Butitdoesn’tfeellikeazaibatsu,agovernment,orsomeYakuzasubsidiary.Armitagegetsorders.LikesomethingtellshimtogoofftoChiba,pickupapillheadwho’smakingonelastwobblethroughtheburnoutbelt,andtradeaprogramfortheoperationthat’llfixhimup.Wecouldaboughttwentyworldclasscowboysforwhatthemarketwasreadytopayforthatsurgicalprogram.Youweregood,butnotthatgood...’Shescratchedthesideofhernose.

           `Obviouslymakessensetosomebody,’hesaid.`Somebodybig.’

           `Don’tletmehurtyourfeelings.’Shegrinned.`We’regonnabepullingonehardcorerun,Case,justtogettheFlatline’sconstruct.Sense/Nethasitlockedinalibraryvaultuptown.Tighterthananeel’sass,Case.Now,Sense/Net,theygotalltheirnewmaterialforthefallseasonlockedintheretoo.Stealthatandwe’dbericherthanshit.Butno,wegottagetustheFlatlineandnothingelse.Weird.’

           `Yeah,it’sallweird.You’reweird,thishole’sweird,andwho’stheweirdlittlegopheroutsideinthehall?’

           `Finn’sanoldconnectionofmine.Fence,mostly.Software.Thisprivacybizisasideline.ButIgotArmitagetolethimbeourtechhere,sowhenheshowsuplater,youneversawhim.Gotit?’

           `Sowhat’sArmitagegotdissolvinginsideyou?’

           `I’maneasymake.’Shesmiled.`Anybodyanygoodatwhattheydo,that’swhattheyare,right?Yougottajack,Igottatussle.